“I want you at the back garden,” he said. “Come along!” “How much longer am I to be kept kicking my heels in this wretched hole?” the woman asked sulkily. “As much longer as I please--if you want to go back to London with the other half of the money.” He showed it to her as he spoke. She followed him without another word. Arrived at the paling, Farnaby pointed to the window, and to the back garden door, which was left ajar. “Speak softly,” he whispered. “Do you hear voices in the house?” “I don’t hear what they’re talking about, if that’s what you mean.” “I don’t hear, either. Now mind what I tell you--I have reasons of my own for getting a little nearer to that window. Sit down under the paling, so that you can’t be seen from the house. If you hear a row, you may take it for granted that I am found out. In that case, go back to London by the next train, and meet me at the terminus at two o’clock tomorrow afternoon. If nothing happens, wait where you are till you hear from me or see me again.” He laid his hand on the low paling, and vaulted over it. The linen hanging up in the garden to dry offered him a means of concealment (if any one happened to look out of the window) of which he skilfully availed himself. The dust-bin was at the side of the house, situated at a right angle to the parlour window. He was safe behind the bin, provided no one appeared on the path which connected the patch of garden at the back with the patch in front. Here, running the risk, he waited and listened. The first voice that reached his ears was the voice of Mrs. Ronald. She was speaking with a firmness of tone that astonished him. “Hear me to the end, Benjamin,” she said. “I have a right to ask as much as that of my husband, and I do ask it. If I had been bent on nothing but saving the reputation of our miserable girl, you would have a right to blame me for keeping you ignorant of the calamity that has fallen on us--” There the voice of her husband interposed sternly. “Calamity! Say disgrace, everlasting disgrace.” Mrs. Ronald did not notice the interruption. Sadly and patiently she went on.